Drones and melodies mixed dyes paint static canvases which fold and form tunnels. Enter the tunnels, feel coarse asphalt of distorted drones. They tangle you in the mess of cyclic noise loops and daze you, disorientate, get lost between walls of tattered nervous melodies. The tunnels drag you in the sonic whirlpool, lead to dead electric lights well where frenzied guitar crescendos carve a piece of irreality in dark surroundings of noise and hum. The tunnels stretch blink of camera flash indefinitely, then send you in endless flight to nowhere and eventually dump you, exhausted and enlightened, out in the tender embrace of silence.
Fracture and Wizard's Fire, more-than-thirty minutes of guitar frenzy and noise witchcraft, a half-hour flight through dark tunnels of sonic underside.